|Ward and our friend, John|
|we brought chairs along and they were perfect for the kids|
And of course, in classic Jen style, I was not subtle when I read the news. I made a loud gasp that obviously attracted most of the passengers around me and when Ward asked me what had happened, I said what I read. Immediately everyone around us grew silent as they scoured their phones texting, calling and searching the internet for more answers. One by one more people came forth with information. There was quite a bit of tension in our car on the T. I'd say most of the passengers had just left the marathon - either as spectators or runners - from looking around.
Then a few minutes later, Izzy, our 4 year old, was playing with the helium balloon someone had given to her while we watched the marathon. And of course, she popped that balloon. That loud bang definitely started a large majority of the people sitting in that car. I quickly responded, "it's okay, it was just a balloon". Some people around us laughed it off, but some were definitely not impressed. I really wanted to take Izzy and just hide under a seat at that point. Talk about not good timing for a balloon to burst.
I am thankful for cell phones yesterday. My facebook and texts were flooded with messaged from loved ones checking on our safety and I was able to let them all know we were safe and were on our way out of Boston. We were able to check on friends that were at the marathon and know they were safe. We did have a bit of a scare when we weren't able to find our friend Sarah and her husband, who was spectating the race where the 2nd explosion went off. Luckily, she had left that spot 10 minutes prior to the explosion and she and her husband are safe (and home with their little boy).
It is my job to protect my children. I don't know what I would have done if we were still on Boyston when the explosions took place. Would I have thrown them to the ground and covered them? Would I have grabbed them and ran like hell in the opposite direction? There are too many what ifs floating around in my head today and I hope to hell that I can get them out of my head sooner rather than later. I've never been so close to a horrific event and to have my family so close just breaks my heart.
Ward and many of our friends, qualified for Boston again, and you know what? They are running it again and we will be there to cheer them on. And I too am going to work harder to get that BQ. Some sick jerk is not going to force us into hibernation. No way, no how.